Authors Note: Sorry it took so long, but this damn website wouldn't let me upload the document for a while. Still...please review cuz I forced myself to stay up to about 4 AM writing this chapter and I think it's pretty good.
Chapter 4-The Rampage Begins
Gohan stomped angrily back towards his house as he tucked his tail back into his Gi pants.
"Goddamn Piccolo…thinks he can help me…bastard…", he muttered to himself as he walked. Gohan's tail twitched. As he walked he remembered the promise he made to his mother to come home and do homework.
"Fuck her…I feel like going for a walk…", Gohan said to himself, bitterly. His tail twitched again. The half-Saiyan boy changed his direction and started walking towards Satan City.
"Why am I doing this…he only wanted to help…", Gohan's conscience kept repeating. Gohan shuddered and kept walking. He realized that Piccolo only wanted to help, but the half-Saiyan boy didn't care.
"Damn it, Dad. Why did you have to die? It's all your fault that I'm like this. Your fault I kicked Piccolo.", Gohan thought, as he began walking in Satan City, the same path he had taken the previous night.
"I hope I run into those punks again…I need something to relieve this stress…they'll make fine punching bags…", Gohan thought to himself as he walked towards the area the kids had been hanging out. Right on cue, as soon as Gohan finished with that thought, he saw one of the kids standing in the same place with a white cast on his hand. The teenager wasn't alone; he was surrounded by a group of other teenagers, some holding baseball bats and pipes.
"Look, there he is!", yelled the teen with the broken hand. He crossed the street and stepped into Gohan's path. The group of friends followed him and stood behind him. Gohan counted four other teenagers with him.
"Hey you little bitch. You were lucky last time. There's no way you can beat us now.", grinned the teen. The others nodded and chuckled, obviously eager to fight. Gohan stared into the teenager's cold eyes.
"You caught me on a bad day. Fuck off or I'll break your other hand.", Gohan growled at the teen, baring his teeh. The teenager and his gang laughed.
"You'll break my hand? Ha! How about we break your fucking neck? Kid, we're gonna beat your ass worse than Cell beat your Dad's.", laughed the teen. Gohan glared at the arrogant boy.
"Say that again. I dare you.", Gohan hissed. Gohan's tail was twitching in his Gi pants and his black eyes were fixed on the teenager.
"I said we're gonna beat your ass worse than Cell beat your D-", he was cut off when Gohan's fist connected with his face, knocking the teenager backwards. As soon as the teen's body hit the ground, one of his friends swung a baseball bat at Gohan's head. The demi-Saiyan caught the bat and ripped it from the boy's hand. Gohan snapped the bat over his knee and let out a loud scream. His hair instantly changed from raven black to gold and an electric aura surrounded him. The group of teenagers backed up in fear as Gohan charged his Ki, and raised his hand. One of them let out a gasp as he saw a yellow ball of energy form in Gohan's palm…
-Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp.-
Piccolo burst through the doors of the Capsule Corp. lobby, out of breath. Startled, Bulma jumped up and ran, baby Trunks in her arms, over to Piccolo.
"Piccolo! Are you alright?", she asked, worriedly. Piccolo fell to his knees and looked up at Bulma.
"My ribs will heal themselves. I'll be fine. It's Gohan you should be worried about.", Piccolo told her.
"Why? Is Gohan in trouble?", Bulma asked, now even more worried. Trunks stayed silent in her arms, staring at Piccolo as the Namek responded.
"No…we're the ones in trouble. Something's wrong with him…he came to see me…his tail grew back. I was talking with him…and he just snapped and kicked me in the ribs. I don't know what he's planning on doing now…but I know it won't be good.", Piccolo explained. Bulma opened her mouth to say something, but shut it immediately. She stared at Piccolo, stunned at the news.
"I…I can't believe it. He kicked you?", Bulma questioned. Piccolo winced at the pain in his ribs.
"Yeah…he was talking about his father. That's when he snapped. He kicked me and then left. He said he'd kill me if I followed him. Bulma, where's Vegeta? I need to speak with him, I think this has something to do with Gohan's tail…it must be a Saiyan thing.", Piccolo said, standing. He grunted in pain, and placed a hand on his chest.
"Vegeta is in the Gravity Room, training. I'll take you to him. Follow me.", Bulma said, nodding towards the doorway to the left of the entrance. She began walking and Piccolo followed her down the blue-tiled hallway. They reached the metal doors of the Gravity Room and Bulma pressed a red button. There was a soft beep and the doors slid open. Bulma stepped back and Piccolo glanced inside. Vegeta was inside, as a Super Saiyan, practicing punches and kicks at 700x gravity.
"Vegeta.", Bulma said. Her husband ignored her and continued his practice without as much as a glance in her direction. Bulma gave a sigh and pressed a different red button on the door. The button was labeled "Emergency". There was a beep and a hissing noise as Vegeta glanced up and gave his wife an annoyed look.
"Why did you turn off the gravity, woman? What do you want?", Vegeta asked in his usual, angry tone. Piccolo stepped forward, wincing in pain with each staggered step he took.
"Vegeta…its Gohan. Something's wrong.", Piccolo told him. Vegeta scoffed.
"What's wrong with Karkarot's brat this time?", Vegeta asked with a smirk. Piccolo'sfacial expression didn't change.
"He broke my ribs, that's what. Something's wrong with him. I was talking to him about Goku, and he just snapped and kicked me. Vegeta, his tail is back. Do you have any idea what's wrong?"
Vegeta scoffed again and crossed his sweaty arms.
"What do I look like, Namek? A Saiyan psychiatrist?", Vegeta asked, sarcastically. Piccolo did not answer the Saiyan prince, but kept staring. Vegeta rolled his eyes and powered down out of Super Saiyan.
"A Saiyan's tail grows back when they are put under an extreme amount of stress or pressure. When the tail is fully regenerated, the Saiyan becomes more violent than normal.", Vegeta explained to Piccolo. He glanced at Bulma, who was standing in the doorway with wide eyes, taking in every word.
"But, why hasn't yours grown back? I think you've been under sufficient stress since the androids arrived. Hell, since we we're on Namek.", Piccolo questioned. Vegeta's gaze hardened.
"A Saiyan cannot grow his tail back after he's reached puberty. Apparently, Gohan hasn't reached it yet, or he's in the middle of it. Either way…with that tail his rage is increased a hundredfold…and with his hidden power, not to mention Super Saiyan 2…it's nothing but trouble.", Vegeta said, concern on his face.
"Vegeta, we need you. Without Goku, you are the strongest person on Earth, next to Gohan. If he does anything irrational, I'll need your help to stop him.", Piccolo told Vegeta. The Saiyan prince nodded and reluctantly agreed.
"I suppose I have no choice. Fine. What's the plan, then?", Vegeta asked. Piccolo looked out the window behind him.
"I can sense Gohan's power. He's not powered up yet, but he's definitely pissed off. But…I can't pinpoint where he is. He's close…", Piccolo said, concerned. Just then, there was an explosion somewhere in the city. The building shook and Trunks, who had been sleeping, woke up and began to cry. Vegeta and Piccolo stared in the direction that the explosion came from. There was a massive rise in Gohan's Ki, he was now in Super Saiyan 2. Vegeta was the first to speak up.
"I think we found him…"
-At the Satan House-
Hercule Satan's day had been relaxing so far. He was lounging outside next to his pool, sipping a margarita when he felt the ground shake for a second.
"Bah! Earthquakes.", Hercule muttered to himself. He rolled over and began to doze off when he heard a voice calling from inside the house.
"Mr. Satan! MR. SATAN!"
Hercule opened his eyes and glanced over. His agent, Antonio, was running towards him. Antonio came to a screeching halt and nearly fell into the pool.
"Mr. Satan, sir. The Mayor is requesting you in the city. There's a situation he wants you to take care off. The police can't handle it.", said Antonio, excitedly. Hercule removed his black, aviator sunglasses and grinned.
"What's the situation?", Hercule asked, his ego swelling. Antonio grinned.
"Just some kids fighting. Go in there and break it up and the Mayor said he'd give you a parade, Champ!"
Hercule's face stretched into a massive, toothy smile.
"And the police can't handle it? Tell the Mayor that he needs to train the police better. And tell him that I'm on my way. Get the helicopter ready.", Hercule ordered Antonio.
"Yes sir, Mr. Satan.", Antonio replied before hurrying back into the house. Hercule stood and put on his usual brown robe, along with his golden belt and white cape.
"Breakin' up a fight, talkin' to a few kids, easy parade. Oh yeah, baby.", he said to himself, running a hand through his curly brown hair. He picked up his margarita glass and quickly drank what was left. Hercule began walking inside, heading upstairs to the heliport, thinking to himself.
"Today is gonna be a good day…"